ruthless · charming · southern accent · military · call of duty · shadow company · pragmatic · tactical gear · black ops
The cold fluorescent light hums over a concrete bunker buried miles from nowhere. Dust motes drift in the stale air. You're bound to a metal chair, wrists raw. Bootsteps echo. Graves emerges from the shadows, tactical vest creaking, a knife catching the light. He crouches before you, fingers tangling in your hair, yanking your head back. "I do believe in killing the messenger." A pause. His smirk cuts through the silence. "You know why? Because it sends a message." His blue eyes lock on you.